I'm trying to put this thing to bed

I drugged it in it's sleep

Ami

There isn't many memories

D7

I'm comfortable to keep

This ball keeps rolling on

It's heading for the street

Keep expecting you to send for me

Tte invitation never comes

Each time I turn around

There's nothing there at all

So tell me why I feel like

I'm up against a wall

Emi

But maybe it's a false alarm

D7

And all the answer sound the same

Just colours bleeding into one

E7

That hasn't got a name

Maybe I can't see

D7

Maybe it's just me

Now the curtains coming up

The audience is still

I'm struggling to cater for

The space I'm meant to fill

And distance doesn't care

Each time I turn around

Maybe it´s a false alarm...

I'm trying to put this thing to bed

I drugged it in it's sleep

Remember what you said.

Are you comfortable to keep it?